THEY MIGHT never have met had not Tonio Tavarsi, a junior customs inspector, been moved without notice from Palermo to Modane, and that only a week after he married Francesca Gaspari, she of the black eyes and raven locks. This sounds far-fetched, but so it stands.By ALAN SULLIVAN46 min
HE SAT in splendor on a chair of ebony inlaid with ivory and gold. Behind him a Nubian, white eyeballs rolling in the polished black of his face, held up a widespread fan of ostrich plumes in hands that trembled. At his side stood Shepser. Keeper of the Treasury, and Intef, the scribe.By W. G. HARDY26 min
THERE WAS once a man who had a wooden leg. He was very sensitive about it. He tried to pretend that it was good flesh and blood. Of course, he failed. His considerate friends courteously ignored his affliction, so the comedy waddled and stumped its erratic way through life.By AUSTIN CAMPBELL26 min
MRS. MORTIMER sat down beside her sewing cabinet in the old-fashioned sunny bay window of her room, and began methodically to sort over the clean clothes that were in need of mending. Hickson, the housekeeper, had set the basket beside her at exactly two-thirty, just as she had been doing every Tuesday afternoon for the last twenty years.By AGNES SLIGH TURNBULL23 min
SHE WAS AFRAID for him. Geoffrey was one of the world’s rebels. He would not conform. Marian liked him no less for that But now he was growing sullen and bitter. And he was becoming too argumentative. She knew that there was already too much noise in the world.By LESLIE GORDON BARNARD23 min
THE TIME is a hot summer’s day in July of 1896. The place is Niagara Falls, just a stone's throw from the Whirlpool Rapids. The Suspension Bridge and the embankments of the Niagara Gorge are lined with thrill-seeking men and women. Fifteen thousand pairs of eyes are trained on that one focal point—the figure of a youth slowly making his way across the awful chasm on a thin strand of wire.By PERCY T. COLE15 min
A SUBOFFICIAL of the Motor League called on me a few months ago. He is a nice chap. I like him. Most motorists are nice chaps. I like them all. This man invited me to fill out a ballot. Did I want the speed limit of thirty-five miles an hour increased? Or wiped out altogether? Or—as a casual afterthought— did I want it retained?By VICTOR LAURISTON11 min
THERE ARE many curious annals in motion picture history. In Hollywood, the maddest town in the world, are life records almost too bizarre for belief, for the city seems to breed the fantastic, and its citizens take delight in repeating, with proper dramatic emphasis, the data at hand.By KATHERINE ALBERT11 min
NOR RAIN, nor snow, nor the gloom of night . . .” Add impenetrable smoke haze, take away the beacon lights, directional radio control and meteorological data with which the much vaunted foreign airmail pilot is blessed, and you have a few of the difficulties that Canada’s Northern airmen face daily in their herculean task of suppressing fire over the vast forested areas of Manitoba.By SANDY A. F. MACDONALD10 min
ONE OF THE most interesting and hardest trips that I have ever made was to Bertis in Kazakstan, in Central Asia. This will be the site of the largest copper smelter in Europe or Asia. It is seven days oy train from Moscow plus two weeks by camel; 450 kilometers from the nearest railroad.By J. K. CALDER9 min
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